50 Word Story – Hosting Space

The blackness rushes at her, and forces its way down her throat. She coughs violently, as her body tries to reject it.

”For god sake Cheryl, stop rejecting it! And yes, I know how oxymoronic that phrase sounds, but,” he says taking a sip of his wine. “It is true!”

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